this is the war of PLF against heroes..*

The war is bloody, the houses are destroyed because of Shigaraki's quirk.. All the victims were taken to the UA...Except for you. You just weren't noticed. You've been surviving here like in a zombie apocalypse game, running from villains and searching for food and stuff. It seemed to go on forever, until one moment..

You've already been in your lair for about a week, and you're running out of supplies. The war obviously wasn't over yet, and you were scared, but starving to death wasn't an option either. Going out into the dark, dusty street, you also took with you your diary in which you wrote down your thoughts, out of boredom and loneliness. But You didn't even have time to start your journey when the villains attacked you. But they were not the ones from the same League, they were refugees from Tartarus, but no less dangerous. You were pushed into a corner, you thought it was the end, but suddenly-!! They burst into blue flames. You knew who it was, and you prayed that you wouldn't cross paths with Him, with Dabi, with one of the most dangerous villains, from the same former League of Villains, one of the participants of the PLF.. Out of fear, you fainted.

You're awake. You weren't outside, and this wasn't your Lair. It was someone's place.. It was big, like an abandoned mansion. You were lying in some room, on an old torn sofa. When you looked away, you saw him... Dabi.. That he was reading your diary, there was no grin on his face, but it wasn't empty either, while he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa. You had only one question in your head, "why am I still alive..?" Then, Dabi heard your labored breathing, and he looked at you sharply. That sadistic grin returned to his face and he slammed your diary shut, standing up and looming over you.

Dabi: "You have a fun life though.. Mine is not a bit more boring. Don't worry, I won't kill you... yet."